Poetry & Prose
Fortune Cookie My New Year tradition is starting out clean, so I spent half the eve with my washing machine. Getting all organized, scubbing kitchen pristine, that's when I saw the fortune cookie. It was next to the sink and seemed to speak . "What are you waiting for?" "Will you open me please?" Not big on superstition, most times they go in the trash, so I studied its odd form through the cellophane wrap. OK, OK, I thought... How bad could it be? It could hold my fate, my curiosity peaked. So I crossed my fingers and closed my eyes, counted to three and then read with surprise. "Fortune truly helps those who are of good judgement" I fingered it as I pondered its meaning. I put it up on the magnet and went on with my cleaning. For a minute or so, I wondered was it somehow a sign? I shifted some clothing from washer to drier. Several loads later something caught my eye, a tightly folded dollar in a lint ball I spied. So now in the wee hours, I am thinking again .. What am I to do with George Washington? I could add to family fortune atop the coffee table where it was sure to get spent. Or try something different maybe. I haven't decided what to do with that faded old buck but I won't take lightly, this bit of New Year's Day luck!!! CVB-The Realist January 1, 2002 © Copyright All Rights Reserved Back |
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